Told in a Hunter Thompson voice: "Its hard to say... Sometimes I pretend I'm the Bunny, and often I look from an outward perspective. If I was a bunny, I'd hop around eating the blooms of clovers. When a Bee would come by, trying to get the nectar or pollen, I'd take a moment and then tell the Bee 'Hay, shoo, I want to eat that flower!'. The bee would then tell me ''Please wait a moment, I need to get my food first." Then I would mutter under my breath "Fine, I need to check my poop for edibles anyways.". It felt like years passed... what was I doing? I had checked and stored my poop into the correct places for eating and discarding. By the time I was done, it was already Autumn, the bee had moved on and the clover had withered... Where did I go? It was a sense of sudden urgency. It's no time to panic, I was already late. I might as well take this time to gather myself... I checked my pocket watch, dear god, it was already a waif past quarter.... wait,what does that even mean? I told myself it was finally time to panic, however, I couldn't express myself to do such a thing. I felt it in me, wanting to run around, flailing my arms... but I didn't have arms.. where did they go? Oh, that's right, I'm a bunny... I lost my front arms when they were cut off from me.. 'why am I so unlucky' I murmured to myself... I think I became dazed from the blood loss, before I knew it a giant turtle was looking over me, asking if I was okay. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?' I said, or at least, those are the words I intended to say. I was mystified by their reaction, they suddenly withdrew away and proceeded to look for sticks and leaves. They tossed the sticks first, on top of me and then the leaves. I shouted 'what are you doing?! Give me some goddamn help!' They rushed more and more sticks and leaves upon me, saying they wanted to bury the unholy dead they had disturbed. "what are these kids talking about' I wondered. Here I was, thinking I was a bunny and suddenly there were these turtles trying to bury me...wait, was I an egg meant to hatch later? What's going on? I arose, I think it was spring. Felt like I needed a stretch, so I reached up, broke the soil (rhizome layer i think... how did I know that?). I felt like reaching for the sun. It's a good stretch. Now that things are becoming clear once again, I think I finally know what's going on... OH DEAR GOD!! A GIANT BUNNY IS TRYING TO EAT MY FLOWER... I'm a clover??? What happened to..... The Bee says 'Shh... I'll help you, I'll distract the Rabbit, I have a stinger! Will you help me?'... Curious I ask 'what help do you need?'. Meanwhile I look at the rabbit trying to eat me and I think 'my god, that's me! There I am, sorting my own shit!"....

Jessikat, often referred to as just 'Kitty', is a bit wonky and offbeat. To her, this is her normal, everyday life and at times fails to understand the general 'normality' that others perceive. She usually has good intentions and rarely does things out of malice. Jessikat does occasionally play pranks on others, and when she does, she tends to be a bit extravagant and exaggerated.